Arkansas officially feels like home now. Greg and I just got back from a 3-week-long stay in Braintree/Littleton, and while it was a pleasure to see many of our friends and our families, I found it extraordinarily difficult to adjust to being there. Ricky OWNS the funny farm. If any of you have dogs, you know that translates to pissing all over everything. Ricky's doing quite well, considering he'd had a fucked up neck only a few months ago. Way to digress. Awesome. The main point, I suppose, before I started talking about dog piss, is that I am a lot more comfortable having come back here.
That's it.
Substantive, huh?